V/O: It looks like you've choosen to stand on the tracks, Adam. Congratulations, few people do.

Shane is seen standing in an alleyway. In front of him, an old oil drum, with a fire inside it, burns. He's dressed in his Doc Martins, a pair of orange cargo pants and his Blue Jackets coat. Sticking out of one of the upper pockets of his coat is his stablemate Sgt. Plasto.

Standing, with Shane, around the fire are two homeless men. Both are clothed in dirty, torn, fourth hand garments. They have their hands streached out to the fire to keep themselves warm. As the fire warms them, Shane reads excerpts from "The CWF For Dummies".

Shane: Ah, the staple of any book written by an unknown person. The Introduction. Seems pointless if everyone knows who you are.

Shane tears the Introduction out of the book and tosses it into the oil drum.

Shane: Have to keep the homeless warm some how.

The two men start rubbing their dirty hands together, signalling their starting to get cold.

Shane: I guess the Intro wasn't thick enough. What else do we have in here?

Shane flips to the table of contents. He runs his finger down the list until he comes to a chapter that interests him. Rueffio. He flips to the start of Chapter 2. He scans through it until he comes across what he's looking for.

Shane: "Rueffio gone from the CWF? That would be absolute heaven. He's just another BTA (that's "Before The Accolade" remember?) athlete who's trying to live off his past reputation. The fans don't want to see him, the other wrestlers don't want to see him, and most importantly, I don't want to see him. He's done a lot for the CWF, he should be patted on the back for that, and then put out to pasture because he doesn't have a place here any more."

Seems a little funny that you'd talk so harshly about someone you've gone and aligned yourself with, Adam. If you really didn't want to see him anymore why stand next to him and help his cause. You said yourself that he has no power or authority anymore. You could, just as easily, have turned your back on him, Guardian and Smack without having to worry about not getting what you were promised. I would think that someone of your magnitude should be able to do what he wants, when he wants.

Shane pulls the whole Rueffio section out of the book and tosses into the fire.

Shane: Ohh, look at that. We're getting a nice burn out of Ruff.

The homeless guys shuffle in closer to the oil drum, and the warmth.

Shane: Maybe you're getting a little upset at watching your masterpiece burn? Look at it this way, Accolade, if nothing else you're giving comfort to the needy. Just about anyone, in their right mind, can look at this drivel, you call a book, and see that it's not worth the $20 price tag. It's barely fit to be tossed in the Clearence Bin, or used as birdcage liner. You may be good at a lot of things, but Bestselling Author, is DEFINATELY not one of them.

Shane hands the "Dummies" book off to one of the bums, before he turns and walks away. As Shane leaves the alley the two start, frantically, tearing pages out of the book and tossing them into the drum.

Shane: I know how much you value your Universal Title, how it's supposed to reflect your greatness. It's supposed to be be the #1 belt, right. Well, Adam, I'm sorry to say it no longer is. Last night I was sitting in a restauraunt, with several other CWF stars, when I started thinking. If Adam can create a belt that's supposed to reflect how great he is why can't I?. So that's what I did. I've created a new belt Adam. A belt that's better than yours.

Snow starts sprinkling from the sky as Shane walks along the sidewalk.

Shane: I bet you want to know what it is.

Shane shakes his head.

Shane: Just wait, you'll see soon enough. I don't think it would be right to reveal it before there is actually a match, between us, signed.

The snow continues to fall as Shane moves along the sidewalk.

Shane: Now bear with me Adam, before we can meet, there is someone else I have to deal with. Red Tank!

A smile crosses Shane's face as he walks through the snow.

Shane: I watched you bench those 315 pounds, Tank. Did it impress me? Make me doubt that I could beat? NO! You can't win Tank. It doesn't matter if you can bench 315 lbs or 915 lbs, you just don't have the talent to beat ME. You NEVER will.

As Shane walks along the sidewalk he passes a store labelled "Used Books". He stops and looks in the big, glass, display window.

Shane: There's something in here that caught my attention. A book that, I think, perfectly reflects Red Tank.

Shane turns away from the display window and walks into the store. Several minutes later he walks out carrying a book.

Shane: Can you read Red Tank? Are you literate? I hope so because it would be a shame for you to miss out on reading this...

Jackson holds up a famous book titled "One Flew Over the Cuckoos Nest".

Shane: There's someone in this book I think you can relate to, Red. The Chief. He's big, strong, rather slow and he's pretending to be something he's not. Sound familiar? I thought so. Why don't you make it easy on yourself Monday and take the night off. You can go out to the local gay bar, get drunk, pick up a guy and take him back to your room for a little 3some action with you and Ragin' Bull. Go ahead a live your "Lifestyle Choice", I'm sure you'd much rather be doing that instead of loosing to me.

Shane tucks the book into one of his pockets.

Shane: Tank, you're staring into the headlights of the Cleveland Express as it bears down on you. All you can do now is hope for a quick end. Azure, we'll talk more soon.

The light sprinkle of snow turns to a heavy downfall as Shane walks away from the bookstore. The picture fades out.